Steve Jobs was meeting a need we had never voiced, but he heard it nevertheless. He must have.
When how much we care outstrips how much we know, we find ways to match the two. Rumors and innuendo fill the gap. Conspiracy theories breed in the darkness of not knowing.
Its purity somehow makes it both dark and bright. “It almost hurts to look at it,” observed Blake Day, his undergraduate student and a Willamette High School graduate. “Almost” is the operative word.
Maybe I’ve seen too many video captures of bank robbery suspects wearing baseball caps, but I can feel a deep urge inside me to ask for candy or cash.
If government officials in Eugene or Creswell are uncomfortable giving commercial protections to private enterprises, here’s a way they can shape how commerce grows without such a heavy hand.
When a Charlottesville protester loses her life, or a friend loses his job, or our President loses his cool — those are the huffing and puffing moments that remind us of life’s peril.
The Aztecs may have taken an eclipse as a bad omen, but we can’t be anything but grateful for even a small modicum of normality or predictability in the world around us.
If your feet don’t hurt from marching, look for a bandwagon beneath them.
Our legal system makes allowance for those who are culpable but not cogent. The insane get special protections. The inane may also.
Eliminate every possible confusion with improved signage. Parking garages are elaborately ramped circles, so people naturally feel spun around.